I’ve been “working” as long as I can remember. I grew up on a dairy farm. I don’t remember many glamorous days of sitting around watching TV or keeping clean. That could explain why delicate and dainty are rarely words people use to describe me? Maybe? If you lived in our household you had chores, each family member had a job and completing those tasks kept our household/business running. It was a simple life lesson work has rewards.
As a farm girl this just makes me chuckle:
Overtime physical work was replaced with an office job. I loved my job, I worked hard and achieved success. Everyday putting in the work to achieve the goals that were set for me. It wasn’t easy, it never is, but you carry on. The more you invest the better you get. It becomes easier and you become more skilled.
I started this blog about the same time I decided I needed to make some life altering changes. It was a ton of WORK. Especially in the beginning. Change is hard for everyone no matter how hard you work at it, and tell yourself you CAN DO THIS. There are days when I told myself I didn’t have the energy. That other commitments were more important. There were days when I kicked ass and took names. I gave it my all and still had some left at the end. And just like with our day-to-day jobs, those days alternate and come and go.
See the truth about hard work is… that it will pay off but NOT always in the ways we expect. My journey has afforded me some amazing opportunities and put me in contact with people who were once strangers who are now great friends. My rewards haven’t been exactly what I expected. I had planned to workout more, lose weight and change my lifestyle. And while I have done that, there have been so many more rewards than just those that deserve credit.
I gained a new appreciation for my body, what it has done and what it can do. My horizons have been opened, the girl who never ran a 10k, can run them and now is considering a full marathon. My fear of the unknown is less because I have more faith in myself. Even without loosing a pound, we gain so much more knowledge about ourselves, when we put in the work. Those little bits of work we put in each day gather and collect. Days will knock us down and make us question everything we are doing. Those days we can’t prevent but doing the work can make those days easier to deal with.
So many times I wanted to give up, I wanted to quit, I wanted to stop. But I didn’t because so many times those little bits of work I had put in were paying off…telling my head to tell my legs you’ve got more. Telling my heart you can DIG. And telling my fear to take a seat.
The truth about hard work is… that it will pay off but NOT always in the metric we are measuring. The little bits of work, those early morning runs, late night spin classes and the occasional yoga classes have taught me a lot about myself. Things I never knew I was missing.
The trail is freely opening in front of you, the path is yours to choose, the challenge is moving your feet at the pace you’ve chosen.
Now I can choose my pace, and I know myself well enough to control that pace. The work I have put in is playing off not on a scale or how my jeans fit but in a metric I hadn’t even considered measuring when this journey started. The trust I have gained in myself to be able to choose the pace and the direction of my path. Knowing myself is a reward from the work.
The real truth about hard work is…it pays off.
There is no magical potion or secret that will force results sooner. It’s a patient process. And if you stop measuring a frog by its ability to fly, you may find the results you are looking for are already starting to unfold in front of you. On days when you think the work isn’t paying off…I challenge you to look closer and try a new metric of success.
Question of the day: How has your hard work paid off?